Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H... File
Miki turned fully, the devilish gleam in her eyes replaced by something far more dangerous: hope. She walked back to him slowly, deliberately, and this time there was no act. She took his hand—not a seductress’s move, but a girl’s.
Miki hated it. Or so she told herself.
“You’re an idiot,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “A stupid, honest, idiot producer.” Mihama Miki - A Devilish Sex Appeal- An I Cup H...
She just let herself be held.
And tonight, she had a target.
“Produceeeeer~” she cooed after the show, finding him alone in the backstage hallway, clipboard in hand. She sauntered up to him, her high heels clicking like a countdown. “Did you see my solo? I put a little extra devil in it tonight. Just for you.” Miki turned fully, the devilish gleam in her
Miki turned fully, the devilish gleam in her eyes replaced by something far more dangerous: hope. She walked back to him slowly, deliberately, and this time there was no act. She took his hand—not a seductress’s move, but a girl’s.
Miki hated it. Or so she told herself.
“You’re an idiot,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “A stupid, honest, idiot producer.”
She just let herself be held.
And tonight, she had a target.
“Produceeeeer~” she cooed after the show, finding him alone in the backstage hallway, clipboard in hand. She sauntered up to him, her high heels clicking like a countdown. “Did you see my solo? I put a little extra devil in it tonight. Just for you.”